Walk the Talk
A Limerick by AP West
There once was a girl who could talk
But she had a hard time with the walk
When she opened her mouth
Just horse dung fell out
Her voice was reduced to a squawk
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Pamela West-Finkle
Pamela West-Finkle, aka Angel Pam West (AP West), is a freelance writer, poet, songwriter/composer, teaching artist, and part-time librarian living in the Catskill Mountains of New York.
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